The daffies are in bloom at this very moment. All over the place. Almost every yard and field and ditch and park has at least one clump of daffies sprouting up from sodden soil. Sometimes they're bowed over from rain pummel and sometimes they're different colors like creamy white and egg yolk yellow, like a fried egg if you're one who easily associates flowers with food, like me.
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Farther on I noticed something else. Plump, round garbage bags were perched intermittently along the sidelines, presumably filled with errant papery detritus by some prison gang or intrepid community service persons. Get this. Those puffy bags were the exact same yellow as the daffies. Is this a coincidence or did some really smart person in a high rise office complex somewhere in corporate-ville decide that roadside garbage bags should be the same color as daffies?
And don't you think they should change the bag color from yellow to orange when the California poppies start blooming in May? I do.
(Also published on Mundane Alley)
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